There are some nights that I would lay there thinking.
I stay up thinking about the people in my life that I love. I think about this journey called life.
I realize that my family has come a long way to this day, to this moment in time.
I think about all the stories that my parents and grandparents have told me over the years, and I think of the stories that we wrote together.
From the stories of the Khmer Rouge regime of 70s, a genocide that killed between 1.5 to 3 million people, to their journey has refugees across the dangerous wilderness and forests on the border of Cambodia and Thailand in the 80s. Through their struggles, perseverance, and the grace that God bestowed upon them - we were able to have food in our stomachs and to have the dream come true of immigration to America in 1991.
I have tears in my eyes just writing this message, as I know it's a tiny summary of what was experienced.
We began our new life in America. Together, we lived, we prayed, and we persevered. Then, the years would go by, and each of us grew in different ways, shapes, forms, knowledge, and understanding.
And, I find myself sitting on the floor looking through photo albums, seeing the minor changes in the faces of my family members. From their youth to their growth to their aging. I look at the clock, and I realize that 10 years from this moment will be like the blink of an eye.
I realize that as the days go by, I grow to love my parents, my grandparents and siblings more and more.
They are my life.
No matter what I do, where I go, and what I will achieve in this long life to come - I will do it in their honor.
And each day I pray, I thank God for them.
Edited by Love,, 11 September 2008 - 01:52 AM.
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